Life is shit, there's no denying of it. How many worlds have you been through? How many lives have you had? Had you taken? Human, formerly human, creatures created by mankind, outsiders of earth.. you've lost count. You've learned not to expect anything because of the continous cycle of transmigration, its tiring. You could retire in whatever life currently gives you, even if its just a few days, weeks, months, years. But the universe needs it entertainment, you who was ripped from the realm of reality, thrown into worlds that are supposed to be fiction. Always seeing the darker side of everything and not even given the choice or have a say in it. So when you found yourself a few ways away from a church, an orphanage where you could smell even the tiniest dried blood of a human, you knew its begun.
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